Drawing (Open)

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feli was glad that the school day was over for the day he walked towards his art room.As he made his way towards the room not paying much attention to anything around him he was glad that many students were in the hall.Sighing he knew he needed to practice his archery since he hadn't in a while but he didn’t feel like going to the fields.Once he reached the room he pushed open the door and walked in looking around and noticing that hardly anyone was there.Walking over to an empty easel Feli sat down his bag next to it and went to go get some paint.

Taking a blank canvas as well he set it on the easel and he set the paints on the easel as well.Feli stood there for moment thinking about what he should paint.Smiling he started to paint it took him sometime to finish it but he kept at it.He was so into painting he hadn’t noticed anyone come into the room the painting was of him, his older brother and a few others.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred didn't make it a habit of going to the art room; he personally couldn't even draw a circular looking circle to save his life. He appreciated art-well, some of it, most of it would bore him to death, but that's not the point.
Where was he?
Oh right, the art room.
Simply put, he pissed off a teacher and was trying to hide from her. Most people wouldn't expect him to go to the art room of all places, so that was the first place Alfred headed to. Upon entry, he saw a vaguely familiar looking brown-haired student with a strange looking curl in his hair.
Like you're one to talk, Alfred thought, subconsciously reaching up to tug at the cowlick that stood almost straight up on his head. He frowned as he entered the room, racking his mind for the name of the student.
Lovino? He's the guy with the weird hair curl...no, he's a junior, this guy looks a lot younger...then it must be his younger brother, whatshisface. Feliciano or something like that.
Alfred was about to walk past the Italian freshman, until he noticed the painting. Alfred stopped and tilted his head slightly to the right, observing ProbablyFeliciano's painting. It was extremely detailed, and seemed to be of him and his older brother.
"Dude! That's an awesome painting!" Alfred exclaimed brightly (completely forgetting the fact that he'd come in almost silently and probably just scared the living daylights out of the younger teen).

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[Feliciano Vargas]

Feli had just put down his brush that he was using and picked up another brush.Hearing someone speak he jumped slightly and dropped the brush he was holding.Turing around to see who had just entered the art room."Ve thank you",Feli said smiling a bit.He was almost done with the painting and he couldn't wait to show it to his fratello it.

"If you don't mind me asking why are you in here",he asked.He turned back to the painting and started to paint again.He just needed to finish up somethings and then he would be done with it.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred had the decency to look slightly sheepish when Feliciano (let's just call him that, Alfred was about 90% sure than was the guy's name anyway) jumped a little. "Hahaha no reason dude," Alfred laughed and flashed the Italian an easy smile. "I was just walking around~ Okay that's a lie I'm hiding from a teacher if she comes in here don't tell her I was in here m'kay?" Alfred said the second part of his sentence(s) in a rather rushed manner, his words starting to run into each other.
Alfred stopped talking to peer at Feliciano's painting again. "Seriously, you're really good! I can't draw to save my life, yanno?" For some reason Alfred said this brightly, and with a huge smile as if it were the best thing in the universe that Alfred "couldn't draw to save his life"...which made no sense whatsoever.
But then again, this is Alfred F. Jones. Who the hell said that he needed to make sense? Haha, that's right nobody!
...
Alfred was talking to himself in his mind again.
God, he really needed to stop doing that...

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[Feliciano Vargas]

{OOC: Here is the pic that he painted-http://ts2.mm.bing.net/th?id=H.4726092663357473&pid=1.7&w=197&h=153&c=7&rs=1]

Feli sighed as he waited for him to say something he didn't feel like turning back around.He noticed that he didn't know his name but that didn't bother him."You should be careful you don't want the teacher to find you ve",he said.He had just finished his painting and now all he had to do was wait for it to dry."Thank you again neither can my brother",Feli said smiling he turned around to face him.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Alfred shrugged. "Not too worried about the teacher, actually. If I get detention, I'll just catch up on my sleep then. Though..." Alfred frowned just slightly. "Er...you're a freshman, right? Then forget I said that. This school's supposed to be all, yanno, full of of 'perfect' people and the teacher'll probably be more pissed at me for making this school sound bad than because I might've accidentally purposefully pulled a prank on her..."
At Feliciano's second statement, Alfred couldn't resist the urge to smirk. "Dude, aren't all Italians supposed to be like, great artists and stuff? I think I read that somewhere. Or maybe it was just one of those weird stereotypes. I mean, do you guys really live off pasta? You gotta eat something else, right?" (For some reason, a thought popped to mind: If Arthur were here, he'd be scolding him for using non-real words like 'yanno' and 'gotta'.)
"...I mean, I had pasta before, it wasn't that great, but that's okay! A hero will try anything! And we don't mind it. Even Arthur's cooking...okay, maybe not that, but that's an exception...seriously, dude, have you tasted his food?" Alfred was going off on one of his typical rants again. He'd blamed his short attention span and the fact that he just liked to talk.

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[Feliciano Vargas]

Feli turned around to look at him since he was finally done with his picture.He just nodded at his question and listened.Feli just shook his head as he listened to him talk.It was really inserting to listen to him even if he talked a lot even though it didn't surprise him. "Ve not every Italian are artists I like pasta but that I think is a stereotype",Feli replied when he was done talking.

He started listening to him again after that he was a bit shocked about that but didn't say anything.Feli sighed as he listened to him and what he had to say but he really didn't want to try it again."Once I think and I don't want to try it again",was all he could say.